Memo to every spokesperson I’ve ever implored to quit umm-ing, stop rambling, make eye contact, cut to the chase, speak in witty soundbites and for goodness sake, enunciate: I owe you great big apology; turns out I suck way more than you.
I hate that yucky saying “those who can do, and those who can’t teach”, but the shoe truly did fit yesterday when news director Kristen Doucet of WMCT-TV showed up on this PR chick’s doorstep to do a piece on my single-mom-turned-marathoner foray. The experience proved that while I am great at pointing out others’ flaws, point the camera at me and I’m an umm away from what my 15-year-old would call an “epic fail”.
I will spare you the bloody details as they will be available for your guilty rubber-necking pleasure by Friday. Suffice it to say I made every mistake in the book. As I fumbled my way through the interview, the statuesque Kristen stood patiently next to the camera, making interested, engaged, encouraging facial gestures I am certain they taught her in college. Like a parent watching her kid’s first tenuous spin sans training wheels, she outwardly praised whilst inwardly bracing for the crash.
The only time I felt fully comfortable came at the tail end; Kristen, who was a track star in high school, was getting ready to leave and we were chatting about quinoa and excuses people make to avoid exercise. She mentioned parents who worry that workouts will negatively impact their family lives, and I told her the exact opposite was true chez nous; my youngest is totally digging mom’s latest addiction and even asked Santa for a Kinetic trainer. This, naturally, led me to invite her into what I call my Bike Cave (Daughter #1 calls it the Tri Shrine). Before you knew it Kristen had the camera out again and was recording footage of my small but growing collection of medals, magazines, books, and bib numbers. She taped as I animatedly walked her through my wall-sized calendar that plots out my 2010-2011 race schedule–seven races in my rearview mirror plus six tris, one du and two marathons between now and Halloween thankyouveddymuch. She ohhed and ahhed appropriately as I showed off my handsome stead, the Cannondale named Maverick, and she asked me to saddle up so she could shoot footage for use during voice overs. As in my tris, on Mav is where I feel I belong, so this part of the discussion was effortless. True to his Top Gun roots, my Maverick is a lady’s man; he definitely wooed Kristen and will surely steal the show.
Kristen assures me I wasn’t nearly as awful as I think–as she left she even said I did a “great job”. Let me state for the record: if the piece turns out even moderately entertaining, it’s a true testament to Kristen’s editing prowess. There is, naturally, a part of me that wants a mulligan–like my spokespeople who hit their strides on interviews 2 or 3, I suspect I’d do better on a do-over. But then again, I like the fact that this piece will be like the rest of this marathoning madness of mine: perfectly imperfect.
Kristen tells me there will be a link I can post for those of you outside of the viewing area; I will do so no matter how awful it is. Maybe. 🙂
Gotta dash–I get to run six miles today; I can’t wait. I’m in better shape than ever, and this body just wants to run. It occurred to me the other day that my body feels like a “loaner”–clearly not mine 🙂
As always, thanks for stopping by…do your best to enunciate and enjoy your day!